Crest
He kept to the shadows, avoiding the light as much as possible his gear was hidden beneath his new poncho, so he did not attract any inquiring eyes. He knew that light, he knew what that light could do, he has seen it obliterate trees; rip up stone, burn him even with a near miss. He needed to find some place safe. Some place to hide out. Preferably also find someone who knew the city, at least a little, and someone who at least looked like they belonged here, not like Caedia.
He vaguely realized that his ribbons folded against his scarf, hiding them as he joined into the group of people. He vaguely noted that they seemed to respond to his will, at least to some level.
He saw so many people staring up at the sky, pointing it out to others, some of them looked up in wonder and other looked at it, holding a metal rectangle between them and it.
He paid then no mind. He paid no one any mind, until that his he walked pass a rather attractive woman, no, attractive didn’t even begin to describe it; she was stunning in a way Crest could not even describe. Her hair shimmered and flowed, like quicksilver, her body was the perfect proportions, and her face was like gazing upon a freshly blooming flower after a harsh winter… what in the fucking hell was he thinking, fucking shit, he has to get his shit together.
Oh, and she was drunk, like, piss drunk considering how strong the smell of alcohol that stuck him was. He walked a bit further, before turning around, and seeing the woman walk. There was… unevenness in her steps, like she was dizzy. Ok, she was really drunk then. His intuition yelled at him, and so he turned around and followed her from a safe distance, far too away to be noticed.
He followed her, followed her as she walked back to a building, it was rather run down, but it was suitable. He watched at a distance as she stumbled up to a door, opening it with a key, and walking it.
And so calmly he walked up to the entrance, his rejection of sound making him as silent as the grave, and he kneeled at the handle, looking at the key hold. He frowned, Rejection of Matter would be too obvious, but he had to. Raising his hand he focused. But as he tried nothing happened. And instead a ribbon unwound and hovered around his hand.
He stared at it, and he realized. It was… it was like if he tried to reject his sound or scent at the same time. This ribbon and Rejection of Matter were of the same ‘kind’. Frowning he hoped it would work.
He held his hand over the key hole, and the ribbon slipped into it, it ate away at the lock and tumbler. And with it gone the door was unlocked, or perhaps it would be better to say it was never able to be locked in the first place.
And at that moment he opened the door, shutting it behind it as quick as possible, quick and quiet, not even a sound because of his rejection. And when he was in he heard it, the sound of running water. Slowly he moved source of the sound, and he found a room, a hot and steaming room, but he could still make out the figure within it.
That girl, just naked, crying while curled up into a ball. This was going to be easier then he thought.
His ribbons shot out, wrapping around the girl’s body, hovering just off the skin around her neck and others pointing at various points of her body.
Huh, it really did respond to his commands. He would have to practice more before he could use it in combat though.
“Don’t scream. Don’t do a thing.” He warned, “If you do, you’re done.”
And that was how Crest the Nothing met Emily the Changeling.
MATOU CONSTRUCTION SITE
His eyes tracked the intruder while she entered the site proper, the various machines and piles of building materials dotting the site, meanwhile the partially finished structure, obviously still in the early stages of development, finished off the scene.
The intruder approached him and called out, “Hey, you. You know what’s going on with this new light in the sky?” And at that moment Kern moved truly.
He turned his body completely to face her, and lifted his axe off the ground, holding the massive, unwieldy thing with one hand, like it was nothing more than a stick. The black metal of the blade reflected the light of the pillar in odd ways, almost mesmerizing.
And then he took to steps towards her and stopped. “… If you seek to impede the work here, then you will die.” He warned her, his blade shimmering in the light prepared to act at a moments notice.
